Posh interior of crystal chandeliers, heavy drapes, pristine white tablecloths and polished floor. A platform for the orchestra, which filled the place with a nice slow violin score. Tables laden with exquisite food and drinks - Jun's father spared no expenses when it came to throw a party.

The ballroom gradually filled with guests just as posh during the next half an hour. Jun was standing to the side near the tables and was rubbing his wrist discreetly. He shook a lot of firm grips and exchanged a lot of meaningless words with people that he didn't care for. However, the one that he did care for - his demon servant - was nowhere to be seen, nor did he respond to the telepathic messages Jun was sending him. He adjusted his collar and decided to take a sip of punch. He was barely able to taste the fruity texture when he noticed someone approaching him in the corner of his eye. Her step was fast and her frilly, silky dress rustled with each movement. He emptied half of his glass in a hurry and looked over to his fiancé. Amy had a frown and her face was red, something must've happened.

"There you are." She huffed. "Pour me some as well, please."

"It's nice to see you too..."

Jun mumbled and poured her the drink, which she snatched from his hand. She hesitated for a second before drinking.

"Is it spiked?" 

There was concern in her voice.

"No." 

Jun crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned with his lower back against the table.

"Good."

She took a healthy gulp which was definitely not as ladylike as she used to be. She sighed once the glass was empty and put it on the table with a loud clank. It was as clear as a day that she was upset over something. Jun didn't feel like asking her about it, but he knew she'd throw a tantrum later about him not caring. Even going as far as to tell father on him, who in return would lecture him for hours. 

"What's wrong? Did a bee sting you?"

He couldn't resist to pick on her. If he had to suffer through her complaints, then at least with a small bite back. She inhaled sharply and for a moment Jun could swear that she looked like a bird puffing its feathers, by how the frills expanded around her chest and shoulders. And then she exploded.

"Very funny! I was greeting McCornick, when he said the pink dress looks lovely on me. Does this look pink to you!? Does it!?"

She grasped the folds of her attire and shook in anger, as if to show it to him better. She'd probably shove the fabric in Jun's face if it could be lifted any further. Jun already regretted asking, but he had no choice as to play along, as petty as it was.

"O-of course not, it's..."

"Salmon! I'm not a little girl anymore to wear pink! URGH, that obnoxious cretin!"

"Well, you're still seventeen, so maybe-..."

"Don't you DARE to side with him, fella!" 

She leaned in closer with her finger pointed at him, which made him raise his arms in a surrendering manner and lean back slightly, like a cornered criminal. He knew what's about to unfold.

"It's bad enough that I can't even wear my high heels in your vicinity, because it makes me look taller than you! And you're 6 years older than me! Who saw a husband being shorter than his wife?"

Amy was throwing a fit over his build as she did many times before, like an broken record. Jun glanced to the side and found a snarky comeback line.

"Well hey, look at Mr. and Mrs. Price over there, he's almost half her size, but twice as wide and they seem to be very happy together."

He shrugged but that only made her angrier. She stomped with her foot.

"I don't want that!"

Some people nearby looked over at the bickering couple. 

They both weren't happy with their parents arranging a marriage without their consent, but there was nothing they could do. Once Amy would turn legal, the wedding would follow soon after, which was in less than one year from now on. Jun turned to the punch bowl and poured some in her glass again.

"Shh, jeez, woman... Here, have another sip."

"Why can't you just be taller and dignified like-like... oh my..."

She turned around to find her ideal "alpha male" example to compare Jun with, when her voice suddenly changed in tone.

"Who's that fine man?"